.......whew. 103 miles is a long way. On a non-tri specific road bike. Not drafting or riding with anyone. Especially when there are thunderstorms during the first hour, and a 93 degree steambath for the remainder.
And the flatness. Good lord......endless stretches of flat farm roads begin to look like gentle inclines after about 40 miles.
Strange thoughts invade the mind after 60 miles. The last song I heard before getting out of the car? Pink's "U and U'r Hand"........hey, wait a second.........I get it........."....just you and your hand tonight...." Clever. Why the hell am I thinking of the meaning of the lyrics of a song by someone named Pink.......and doesn't she actually spell her name "P!nk"....what the hell is that all about.....
80 miles is obviously the "someone lit my ass on fire" point.
Riding endless flat roads sucks. I need rolling hills. The benefit of the descent far outweighs the price of the ascent, IMO.
Discouragingly slow. Stopped too often. 6 hours and 25 minutes to ride 103 miles. Not great. Not good. Heck, downright tortise-like.
Blood stained jersey in the chest area (can't bring myself to type "nipple") that I didn't notice until after the ride was kind of cool.
Must. Train. Harder.
The double meat Belt Buster at Dairy Queen (for those outside the jursidiction of Dairy Queen, that's a double meat and cheese burger) following the ride was beyond outstanding.
More later.
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Way to get it done!
mmmm burger... :)
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